I just had a conversation with a friend about her plugged milk duct. That’s right, the one in her boob. At one point, the conversation veered dangerously close to an actual competition about who’d had more plugged ducts in her breastfeeding experience, who’s was more painful and who used the best technique to work them out (feel free to cringe at that thought). I’m shaking my head as I type this, because I know it’s ridiculous. War veterans compare wounds and battle stories. Religious missionaries in foreign lands swap their experiences. But nursing moms going nose-to-nose (or should I say bosom-to-bosom?) in lactating warfare? Now, that’s something I never could have anticipated.
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